I recovered quickly and kicked Rory underneath the table.
"Ouch! Why did you..." her voice trailed off when she saw Luke with his jaw dropped. "Oh Luke! I... uh... didn't see you." He only made a few grunts in reply before quickly retreating to his shelter behind the counter. For the second time I found myself following him.
"Hey, sorry about that. You know teenagers, over active imaginations and all." I forced a laugh. "She got carried away I guess."
"I don't think that's the case." He replied scuffing his feet. What did that mean?
"Huh?" Luke had been acting weird since I licked his chin, and it was staring to worry me.
"Well....Rory seems... she's....." He stammered. " Pretty grounded. She isn't the type to say stuff like that."
"Are you hinting it's true?" I suggested.
"Not having heard the whole story, I can't determine what is truth and what is fiction." He said matter-of-factly, regaining his tough exterior.
"Smartass." He just chuckled and turned away. "Oh, what time is it?"
"Time to get your stomach pumped. I'm surprised you can stomach that much coffee in a day."
"I hope you realize I only come here for your amazing coffee." I said cruelly. Luke's expression changed quickly and I immediatly regretted the harsh words I had spoken.
"Oh, Luke...." I started. Turning around I gave Rory a little wave and signaled it was ok to leave without me. She nodded and I turned to face him again. "Luke, I'm sorry... I was only kidding." He managed a weak grin.
"I know." He turned around and busied himself with the coffee pot. I hesitated for a moment before walking behin the counter. I tugged on his shirt forcing him to face me. Before he could lecture me, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him into a hug. I felt a spark that ended in a shiver running down the full length of my body.
"You're special to me Luke. You're not only the guy with the coffee, but you're my friend," Luke stiffened, " And I can tell you anything."